Post-epilogue, you don't dream
Gratitude is the only possible stance
since the missed missteps
prove you were worthy of at least
one more day.
Either by rubber-necking others oops
or hind-sighting your almosts
it comes clear how close
you came to not still being
in the air of this world
Ignoring the known coda
you plod in the light of your day
dressed in your skin for yet another go round
It rises. it must surely set.
Your flesh, no less than the day.
You can really only be grateful.
All the rest is set props.